It's never a joy
to awake to fear
the sound of bombs
and bullets near
the smell of flesh
the color blood
I couldn't bare
the dark red mud
March and march
as miles go by
all my memories
go along in my mind Singing songs
of yester year, when I was a boy
without a fear
wow that has changed
and i'm fully grown thinking back now'
I should have known
this is my last
words of truth
I'm writing to you
live the red,white and bue
It's never a joy
to awake to fear
the sound of bombs
and bullets near
the smell of flesh
the color blood
I couldn't bare
the dark red mud
March and march
as miles go by
all my memories
go along in my mind
Singing songs
of yester year,
when I was a boy
without a fear
wow that has changed
and i'm fully grown
thinking back now'
I should have known
this is my last
words of truth
I'm writing to you
live the red,white and bue